days in the world of pirates

I don't know when the fog on the sea surface has become so thick that it is as dark as ink, like the dark and oppressive atmosphere before a storm is about to come. It is obviously just after noon in the day, but it is as dark as night.

Even the Diamondback pirate ship more than a hundred meters away was invisible, let alone the dog-headed warship even further away.

I don't know when a gray-white ship appeared silently in the depths of the fog, like a ghost in the dark night.

Standing at the boat was a figure nearly 5 meters tall, with a long white robe wrapped around his body, and a strange white mask covering his entire face.

This kind of scene, this kind of atmosphere, without any special effects, it's a proper thriller and horror drama.

An ordinary person would be scared to death if he came here.

Mo Sen's voice came through the thick fog, and for a moment it was a bit vague and uncertain.

The huge figure standing on the boat heard the words and spoke.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

"What a terrifying monster. Compared with you, our genius who is said to be a once-in-500-year genius is a joke now that I think about it."

There was a rough sound like sandpaper being polished, and the tone was full of admiration, but there was no fluctuation at all.

It's like describing a normal little thing.

"It's a great honor to be praised and noticed by a big shot from CP-O. I guess you didn't come here just to see the scenery, nor did you come here specifically to praise me?"

Mo Sen's brain ached a little at this time.

Sure enough, there was a big fish just as he thought.

It's just that this fish is so big that it can break the line, break the fishing rod, and even capsize the boat.

It was like catching a Kun while fishing.

Mo Sen's hand tightly grasped the handle of the knife. Although his tone was mocking, his body was already tense.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

The strength of the person in front of me is far beyond the level of the rookie just now.

"What a powerful and smart guy. As for the purpose of my appearance here, of course it is a secret." The voice came out through the mask, with some distortion.

In this dim atmosphere, it looked eerie and terrifying.

"However, a famous highness has entrusted me to invite you to come over. That highness is very interested in you, and it is also a great opportunity for you."

Mo Sen didn't know the purpose of this person coming here, but dealing with him should be one of his tasks.

Although the CPO is the highest espionage agency under the World Government, in fact, apart from the Five Old Stars, the people they serve and obey orders are the world's noble Celestial Dragons.

During this period, I have attacked the slave industry in the entire Chambord Islands, including newspaper reports, which is of course a great achievement for the Navy and the World Government.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

In fact, slave traders were very popular and many people knew why.

Since the slave business in the Chambord Islands has almost stagnated in the past six months, if there were not sources of slaves in the New World, Mawson would have been taken care of by those idiotic Celestial Dragons.

Of course, the main reason was the protection given to Mawson by Warring States, Garp and the admirals who benefited from it.

Otherwise, Mawson may have no choice but to leave the navy.

"It's such an honor to be invited by a big shot. I wonder how the 'His Royal Highness' you call me would like a small rear admiral? I don't know if I refuse or... refuse."

Mo Sen's tone was full of Kizaru-like sarcasm. He sent one of the CPO's strongest espionage personnel to 'invite' him to go back. He really thought highly of himself.

Why don't you go to heaven?&1t;i>&1t;/i>

Oh, it seems like those guys call themselves gods.

The place where we live is called the Holy Land, which is almost equivalent to heaven?

Also, by ‘inviting’ yourself back so secretly, is it because you are handsome and you want to give him more bonuses?

These aloof moths, it would really be a shame for them not to be like them.

Mo Sen has always maintained a respectful attitude towards the Tianlong people.

He is not like the people in this world who respect and fear them.

He was simply afraid of trouble. If he really wanted to kill two people and they were discovered, he would probably have to flee all over the world.

Even if the masked man didn't speak, you could tell from his cold demeanor that he was becoming unhappy with Mawson's disrespectful attitude.

"Major General Moson, I think it's better for you to come with me obediently, lest I accidentally hurt your appearance and make His Highness angry later."&1t;i>&1t;/i>

Mo Sen's face suddenly turned dark.

Hell, I thought it was because I offended the staff-making thing by hitting the slave.

Unexpectedly, not only that, but there are people who covet my beauty.

The key is, I still don’t know whether this ‘His Royal Highness’ is a boy or a girl.

Bah...regardless of male or female, I was probably either a plaything or a slave in my past.

Does he know this out-and-out racist idea that no one except his own race is human?

In particular, the Celestial Dragons call themselves gods, which can be seen from the fact that they wear masks even when they breathe.

"It's really interesting. Listening to your words, if I don't agree, you will take me back by force."

"You can understand it this way. Since you have received an order, you must do your best."&1t;i>&1t;/i>

“Understand Nima coins!”

Who do you think you are as a major general?

A cargo?

Sure enough, in the eyes of the Tianlong people, except for themselves, no one else can be called human beings. Even the navy only thinks of them as their slaves.

If he wasn't the most popular rear admiral in the Navy, they would probably have the guts to find an excuse to tie him up.

Instead of being sneaky like now.

hehe,

It's really embarrassing for you.

Mo Sen didn't wait for the other party to react, and disappeared from the boat with a single step. The [Paper Kite] struck down on the head with the rage boiling in Mo Sen's heart.

Even if he already has a height of 2.05 meters after half a year, in front of the opponent's height of about 5 meters, he is like a kindergarten student facing adults.

So he used all his strength as soon as he took action. Mosen's slash flashed through the thick fog, just like cutting through tofu with a sharp blade. The speed was so fast and the slash was so sharp that the fog on both sides didn't even disturb him.

The face of the man hidden behind the mask was not very good-looking. He did not expect that this little major general would still attack him without hesitation after knowing his identity and who he represented.

More importantly, Mawson's strength exceeded his expectations.

It seems that the young major general hasn't used all his strength just now.

At this moment, he even felt jealous. At this age, he was like a scum in comparison.

Without being too careless, the hand wrapped in the robe was raised up and covered with a layer of jet black armor underneath the blade.

The huge shock wave blew away all the surrounding fog, leaving an empty area, and then the dense fog from other places filled in.

The masked man was so wide that his robe was blowing, but he didn't move at all.

Mawson turned over in mid-air and landed on the high-upturned collision corner of the ship.

His face was solemn.

This is undoubtedly an extremely powerful guy, and Mawson estimates that he should have the strength of a quasi-general.